Under the order of Jonah
I was ordered to write a story for Jonah, to work his character(the tiger) into a fantasy of mine, and this is the result.
She walked through the woods, looking from side to side and calling for her dog. She had his leash in her hands, attached to his collar that he had somehow shimmied out of. It was rough, something meant for a dog, and the little metal tags jingled as she searched. She'd been walking for hours now and had found nothing, no sign of her dog anywhere, and she was beginning to lose hope. Her sigh was visible in the cold air, coming from her mouth as a puff, as she began to turn, giving up.
It was then that he took her, his large, furred hand grabbing the back of her neck to keep her from turning and his large body pressing to her back. He snarled into her ear and the heat from his breath blasted into her ear and down over her neck.
"You won't get away that easily," he said, his voice low and threatening, rumbling with desire. She froze, paralyzed with fear.
He pressed himself harder to her, letting her feel his member throbbing and erect against her back, the barbs poking slightly into her thin shirt.
A quiet whine bubbled up her throat as she tried to turn to look at him. The cock pressing to her spine was enormous, entirely too large for a human, and the hand at her neck was furred. Fear filled her and she wanted to see the monster who had a hold of her. But he tightened his hold on her neck and shook her, not letting her get a look at him, before he shoved her to the ground on her hands and knees.
The leaves under her crackled quietly, creating an almost soft coating to the hard dirt under them. Slowly the shock wore off as he knelt above her, a claw running down her spine that she could only assume belonged to his other hand. She could feel the pressure through her shirt easily and it struck in her a panic. She began to struggle furiously, wriggling in his hold as best she could with his hand about her neck. She could do little with her weight down on her knees so she could not kick, but she raised her arm to slap at his hand about his neck, then try to tear away his fingers, finding claws there waiting to tear her hand open.
Fur brushed against her ear and she could hear his heavy, expectant breath again. "There we are, fight it little slut, fight it now because it's the only chance you'll get." And with that he slipped his free paw under her shirt, up her back, and sliced her shirt from neck to hem, making it fall about her wrists.
Her back arched and her hips slammed against him as she bucked, trying to get him off of her as a cool wind hit her breasts, making her nipples harden. Without even seeming to try he forced her down again with her free hand, pressing to the small of her back, and then moved his wandering fingers to her ass, moving the tiny skirt she'd worn to expose her to him. His forefinger found her clit and slid a claw into her folds, making her gasp and jerk forward involuntary.
"What a little whore, not even wearing any panties," he growled into her ear. His claw dipped into her opening and almost immediately returned to her folds. "And excited by a stranger in the woods coming to fuck you? How disgusting." The sensation of him at her lower lips forced a moan through her lips, and she bowed her head to hide her shame. He took his fingers away and leaned forward to waggle them in front of her nose, making her smell the juices of her arousal. As she turned away he grabbed more firmly at her neck and put his forefinger to her lips, trying to force her mouth open. Unable to move her head, she clamped down her jaw, not wanting to taste herself and feel the shame of knowing just how excited she was. After a moment of trying to force her lips open, he lifted her by the neck, her hands leaving the ground, just to slam her back down, this time with her face fully in the dirt and he rubbed her into the bed of leaves, getting her hair and face completely covered in filth. She gasped in pain, and as her mouth was agape, he slid his finger into her mouth, the taste of her potent and sweet on her tongue.
"Bite down and you won't live to see another day." His voice was almost casual, just stating a fact, but more intense as he demanded "Lick it off."
She whimpered quietly, unwilling to submit to him for a moment, and then she felt his claws tighten on her throat, pushing into her and almost piercing her skin where her artery flowed up to her brain. So she whimpered again and slowly, so slowly, began to lap at his furred finger, careful with his claw. She could see his hand and arm, it was bright red striped with black, almost like a tiger with unnaturally bright colors. Her eyes widened in fear again as he laid his enormous cock against her ass, letting it sit there and intimidate her as she tentatively lapped at his fingers. At the growled order of "Suck" she closed her lips around his finger and gently sucked at his digit, her tongue still pressing against it.
When all of the taste of her juices had gone from his fur he wrenched his finger from her mouth and placed it at her hip. She could feel her saliva on her skin as well as her more sexual fluids dripping from her cunt. She was scared, completely, horribly terrified, and yet he had her dripping wet like a little slut.
He slid his hips back, letting his cock slide along the skin of her taught, full ass just to let her feel the barbs at his tip, making her quiver in fear and whisper through tears that began to fill her eyes. "No, please, don't... Don't do this." In response he merely growled and guided his cock to her entrance, putting just enough pressure to keep him there, ready to take her wet, hot sex. "Please, no..." She was cut off by his first, hard thrust, sending his cock fully into her and slamming his hips into her ass, sending her into a full scream which only made him growl louder as if it pleased him to hear her. She was entirely too small for him, her walls pulsed in complete agony as his huge cock filled them and stretched them further than they had ever gone. Her entire mind was consumed with his cock so hot and so huge inside of her, and his hand clamped tight around her throat, almost not noticing as he ground her face into the dirt
For a moment he stayed there, hilted in her cunt, giving her pain as such she had never felt, and listening to her agonizing screaming. But then, just as she thought she would go mad with such intense pain, he began to slowly pull out and she found that what she had been feeling was nothing compared to this, his barbs pulling and stabbing at her walls as he incredibly slowly pulled away. She clawed at the leaves and dirt, leaving filth under her nails, and began to sob, her body shuddering.
He was wider at his tip, and he would not spare her the pain of feeling his full girth, and so he pulled fully out of her to watch her convulsing and crying under him, and then again plunged into her depths, less deep this time. He didn't linger, but immediately pulled fully back out, her poor, abused cunt opening as wide as it could as he watched himself retreat. After that sight, and with the sound of her pitiful whines in his ears, he couldn't hold back. He thrust into her at full speed and fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, her walls squeezing in on him in the most amazing way, the way only the walls of a forced whore could squeeze.
She groaned in agony as he screwed her, her throat hoarse from screaming. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, his hand at her hip began pushing her, making her move opposite him to help him slam his cock deeper and harder into her, the collision of her ass on his hips making a loud pop, and his balls swinging forward to smack her clit. His hand around her neck closed so tight that she had to fight to breathe, and his inhuman speed, coupled with the force of his thrusts, made her beasts bounce as her body jerked forward and back.
Harder and harder he fucked her, his cock invading her and taking its pleasure from her tightness, and he began to breathe harder, coming closer to climax. His hand momentarily released her tip to smack her ass with brutal force, leaving behind a large, raised red mark. He then dragged his claws down her back from her shoulder to her ass, a little red trails in their wake, before returning his hand to her hip and forcing her body to help him take her, fuck her. He bent over her as he growled and snarled so close to her ear that she began sobbing again. Just as her body shuddered with her weeping, her walls tightened around him and sent him over the edge. He bit down into her shoulder and slammed his cock as deep as he could into her cunt, claiming her as his property, as his balls tightened and he came, spurting his seed into her and filling her even more. She tried to cry out, but his hand was too tight about her throat for her to make a noise or even breathe as he mated her, his shaft pulsing and growing, jetting his hot cum as far as it could go in her body. His teeth were long and sharp against her shoulder, but she felt little other than the pain and some sick, twisted pleasure that she would never admit to.
He came and came, giving her more jizz than she'd ever experienced, and the pulsing of his cock was so excruciating that she felt herself again clawing at the ground.
Eventually he spent himself, his shaft slowing until it gave to more. Abruptly he pulled himself from her, a string of their juices following him for a moment before falling with a wet pop back to her body, and he released both her shoulder and her neck. She slumped to the ground, utterly used and exhausted, unable to move. He panted quietly, looking at her with such disgust as she had never seen, as he stood looming above her and giving her a first look at his full form. His fur was just like that of his arm, bright, flame red with tiger stripes of black, and he stood taller than any man. He had a muzzle lined with sharp, intimidating teeth that he exposed to her now, and large, feline ears on top of her head. He wore nothing but a loin cloth with did nothing to hide his gigantic cock as it stood out, semi-erect and dripping with his seed. It was just as large as she'd felt, bright red and barbed just like a cat's. She curled in on herself, not sure of what he would do to her next.
He bent down to pick up the discarded dog collar from the ground, slowly, purposefully unlatching the clip as he watched her face slide into hopelessness. He grinned a wicked grin and bent again to wrap the collar about her neck, just slightly too tight, and straitened. He took the leash which was still attached to the metal loop on the collar and tugged, making her jerk toward him. When she didn't move to get up, he yanked a little harder and snarled at her, baring his feline fangs and daring her not to do as he wished.
She whimpered like a beaten dog, but slowly got to her hands and knees, unable to get fully to her feet. He began walking, tightening the leash to make her follow. It was a short walk, but after such a pounding it was nearly impossible to follow him. He picked out a tree and halted in front of it, tying the leash about a branch tightly, using his immense strength to make it impossible for it to be untied without someone of his own strength.
"You're my little fuck toy now." He looked down to her, a haughty grin on his face. He stepped up to her and wiped his cock on her face, smearing it with cum, before he walked away, giving no other word.